#oflostandfound

[we-the-witch]

"It was like just a year, but feels a lot longer!"

Blake didn't wait long to hug Eath as she opened her arms, going as far as to lift her off the ground a few inches. Hug were always nice. They needed something to go their way like this as well. And by the sound of it things weren't too bad for their friends either, by what Eath was saying.

But they weren't a good liar. Cyrus was, but Blake wasn't. A nervous chuckle was always the tell to their lies, just like now.

"Ah- We're good! We're good! Just.. trying out this new grunge style. A-a-and- bleh!" they paused, to stop themselves from tripping more on their words. "And didn't really got much sleep last night. Stood up late finishing a potion."

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ I know! It's been such a long time! ❞

She opens her arms for a hug, it was always night to reunite with a friend after all! Especial after all that had happened, after Hax had recovered, the incident with their arm and Grimbright's involvement, the strange woman that had been stalking around recently... She needed something good to happen too.

Though something was indeed different about Blake. She could chalk it up to the long time spent apart... but even then...

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ I've been good. Hax has been... better. A lot has happened since you've been gone, some good some... not so good. How are you? You look a bit different... ❞

[mythtorn-a]

@oflostandfound​​   :       lyrics   starter    .

“        car  chase,            got  the  devil  on  me.    “                a  vague  explanation  as  to  why  she’s  shaken.      they  had  no  way  of  knowing  that  the  devil  was  actually  her  father  and  his  lackeys  from  her  old  coven.      if  they  asked,    she’s  not  sure  if  she  would  tell  the  truth  or  make  up  some  elaborate  lie.    it  might  be  safer  for  them  to  do  the  latter.    there’s  still  a  slight  tremor  in  her  hands  and  exhaustion  written  in  the  dark  circles  underneath  her  eyes.        “      can’t    sleep,      got  nothing  but  a  twenty  on  me.    “      

own   me   by   bülow 

[pleasemymel0dy]

"Not magic? ....Hm.." She closed her eyes for a moment, placing her paw on her chin as she did so. Lost in thought momentarily, only brought back to reality by Eath's question. "Oh..!! I'm My Melody, and...well..." She looked sheepishly down at the branches of the tree.

"My Melo was gliding along with her parasol chu see, then suddenly--" She made a motion with her little arms. "Whoosh!! A big gust of wind got me! ...Yaan, now my magic parasol is gone, and...probably broken..!"

My Melody was so shaken up by the incident, that she totally forgot to introduce herself politely and properly. Golly.

At first she's worried as My Melody stares at her, her ears flicking forward as she tilts her head to the side to observe the strange little being. That is until she exclaims, which cause Eath's ears to fold back from the sudden noise. A light smile crossing her features, as well as bashful blush at the questions,

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ Oh- Spirits- thank you? It's not really magic, so to speak, it's just something I can do- ❞

A soft laugh,

|| 🔷 ||: ❝ I'm no wizard- My name's Eath. What's your name? And... how did you get stuck in this tree? ❞

[sanguinesinners]

Even when I'm used for a long time

You get me through every dark night

I'm always gone, out on the go

I'm on the run and you're home alone

I'm too consumed with my own life

Are we too young for this?

Feels like I can't move

Sharing my heart

It's tearing me apart

But I know I'd miss you, baby, if I left right now

Doing what I can, tryna be a man

And every time I kiss you, baby

I can hear the sound of breaking down

------

Roman & Jimmy Vibes

@oflostandfound

[deadsocialite-a]

                    ❝    he    was    unconscious    when    i    found    him.    ❞

                                           @oflostandfound​:    💬

[soypeor]

@oflostandfound​ asked:

“   i’m  thankful  for  two  things :   violence   &   hair care .   ” @ whoever you wanna inflict jimmy on oops

               “  Now you’re talkin’ my language !  “     He gives them a rough tussle of the hair .     “  Speaking of hair care ,     I need to get me some hair gel .     I don’t just wake  up like this believe it or not .  “

[elxgantcaptain]

/ Had to draw the thing >u>

please don't reblog unless you're oflostandfound

@elxgantcaptain replied to your post “Honestly, Eath is a lot more likely to grow out...”:

Hook: !!!!!!! (he wants to braid it and stuff omg)

Yes please she loves having her hair braided

[daerknss]

send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours!  /  @oflostandfound​

kara o’connell, fitch daniels, serena van der woodsen, luke crain !!

[coeurfuck]

@oflostandfound​     ;     continued.​

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄, 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄, 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖. they themselves know all the standard pitfalls of judging a book by its cover, SO TO SPEAK, but to be human is to err and all that good shit, and they didn't expect the other to say much in response to being told the bathroom is presently off limits. not that they don't UNDERSTAND why all five eleven of themselves is plastered across the doorway in a tennis dress and spiked leather jacket, the world's least convincing impersonation of a BOUNCER or someone with any sort of authority in a place like this. as such, they're not antagonistic when they nod in understanding, a silent I GET IT before they offer an explanation of sorts.

" says me, i guess ? i know, dude, but really, my bro's just sort of havin' a moment in there. he needs like. . . five, ten good minutes, " he estimates how long it will take christian to finish his cry and have a bit of dope, how long before civilized people can resume doing civilized things, and the lost and found can move along to the NEXT resting spot. " swear for once, m'not TRYIN' to be a total prick. "

𝐇𝐄'𝐃  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐈𝐓  𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘  𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄  𝐀  𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃,  having  left  someone  on  the  dance  floor  who  was  offering  up  more  than  he  could  have  ever  hoped.  but  now,  he  was  being  held  hostage  by  another  who  was  acting  more  a  guard  dog  than  anything  else.  did  he  work  here  ?  no,  it  didn’t  look  to  be  the  case.  and  as  far  is  nico  was  concerned,  whatever  his  friend  was  doing  inside  the  bathroom  was  no  interest  of  his.  he  just  didn’t  want  to  have  waste  any  more  of  his  night  to  waiting  for  someone  to  get  fucked,  or  chase  a  high,  or  whatever  else  might  be  going  on  in  there.  

“   five  ...  ten  minutes,  huh  ?   ”     there’s  an  annoyance  laced  within  the  words,  the  blonde’s  eyes  shifting  over  the  other  as  brows  raise.  a  scoff  follows  suit,  not  wanting  to  have  to  wait  even  another  five  to  ten  seconds  before  to  use  the  restroom.  lips  press  together,  a  forced  smile  that  fades  just  as  quickly  as  it’s  appeared  as  he  takes  a  step  closer  to  the  the  person  in  spiked  leather  jacket.     “   well,  you  are  failing  at  that.  if  your  friend  is  having  a,  uh,  a  moment  ...  he  should  do  it  outside.   ”  

[sanguinesinners]

A faint scoff can be heard once Jimmy erupts out their ideas for the night, or more so, ways of sounding so interesting - In which incites a reaction out of the Upir anyway. His large greens flicker to take Jimmy in once again, noticing the way their words lace off their tongue as though to sting him maybe...

"Sounds like a real shitfest if you're hoping to find someone in this town to have a fucking sleepover with" Was his own remark, still letting a lingering smirk mask his visage. The dimly lit streetlights had adorned Roman's features with every passing, and only Jimmy's bright hues had sparkled in his direction when Godfrey managed to catch a glimpse, to him, he was a fucking saint - Looking like a fucking purity that degraded the Upir in every way in comparison, when really? They both seem like a emotional mess, at least, to Roman anyway. He continued his silence throughout the rest of the journey, he didn't want to be affected easily in case Jimmy had let on that the Upir had seemed to of started to care.

The direction given had Roman give them a brief nod, clearing his throat before he swerved more corners and sped off to take them to their home. Though the sly comment had Godfrey arch his brow "Well, Happy you like something about me" He mumbled, as though it was a slight dig against his playful banter, or outright sarcasm. Once the industrial apartments had finally came into view, Roman pulled up beside the sidewalk, not wanting to invade his home further, he pulled at the breaks and turned the engine off.

"So...Guess it's time to split" Roman gave, releasing a small sigh. However his gaze was trained upon the steering wheel, and then to Jimmy's apartment - Lips forming that trademark pout once more "Thanks for the smoke and shit" His tone had dropped, like he was suddenly becoming a grumpy teenager, but he was used to goodbyes...Least with this one he had time to say it.

Before he could let the other speak, Roman hesitated on biting his tongue and keeping shut for once and so he added one more statement, along with reaching inside his suit jacket pocket, obliviously revealing the dried crimson stain across his shirt - Easily forgotten by now, he pulled out his business card and wavered it towards Jimmy.

"In case you wanna...I don't know, meet up for another smoke or something?"

bloodthirsty-hero​    /   roman   :

A frown reintroduced itself on the Upir’s features once he heard the others comment, swerving around the dim lit corners of the streets, revving the engine some more when he had glanced over to see the thrill and adrenaline kick into Jimmy’s visage - Enjoying his own speed within the screeching of the car’s every turn.

The silence from him had clearly indicated his own guilt, for sure, but Jimmy didn’t really understand this, and Roman had been shit with unloading any sentimental excuse for rejection, what the fuck was he meant to say!? - ’I’m sorry but I just wanted to fucking eat you, man? ’ It just…Didn’t sound humane at all. He shrugged off the comment instead that may or may not been thrown at him and instead, he continued at the fast pace, winding down his own window so that the cool night breeze had brushed through his slick hair, untangling some of his own fringe to fall upon his face.

Jimmy’s next enquiry had Roman still, lost for words - But he managed to conjure some bullshit answer “Just common sense to have manners and shit - It’s gonna be pretty dumb if I just did a half assed drive” His nervous chuckle that laced his words after had been a mistake, on his behalf, he was struggling to just let out a simple ’sorry I’m an awkward fuck’ by replacing it with manners that would seem pretty solid for Jimmy to understand, he hoped.

“I mean, If you and your mom is gonna be cool, we could hang out somewhere else. But I got an early start to work in the fucking morning so…Just show me the way and I’ll let you get on with your night or whatever” Roman wavered his hand out whilst keeping the other occupied on the wheel, scrunching up his face as though he was irate with his own choice of words, which he damn right was.

“As for you, I guess you don’t wanna miss out on your bedtime story” The humour dripping from Godfrey’s comment had also spread a mirthful smile to his ample lips, and his eyes darted to narrow in at Jimmy then. Part of him did want to spend more time with this crazy ass skater, but most of the opportunity was going to become the death of them, especially when Roman had only just adjusted to his hunger…He wouldn’t be able to refrain with Jimmy, not when his blood was as unique the more the wind had rubbed it right in his stupid ass face.

“So where bouts is it?” He asked, noticing how further he was steering away from the mill and towards where Jimmy had directed him.

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐖,  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓  𝐁𝐔𝐘  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐈𝐓'𝐒  𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓.  jimmy  doesn’t  say  this  out  loud,  doesn’t  further  put  roman  on  the  spot  more  than  they  have  already  when  they  catch  the  other’s  WINCE  at  his  own  words  when  he  the  saint  isn’t  the  brightest  crayon  in  the  box  when  it  comes  to  CONNECTING  the  dots,  realistically  couldn’t  hope  to  solve  this  mystery  if  they  tried  given  their  lack  of  knowledge  that  creatures  roman’s  true  nature  even  EXIST  in  the  world,  but  they’re  sleuth-worthy  enough  to  know  that  he  isn’t  TRYING  to  be  an  asshole.

on  the  contrary,  jimmy  has  to  wonder  if  maybe  the  other  simply  IS  a  touch  awkward,  and  that  this  may  even  be  what  it  looks  like  when  roman  is  attempting  being…  NICE  ?  they  think  back  to  his  confession  that  getting  along  with  people  isn’t  exactly  nestled  at  the  TOP  of  his  resume,  but  it’s  another  revelation  to  jimmy  that  dudes  who  obviously  think  very  HIGHLY  of  themselves  as  roman  seems  to  are  even  CAPABLE  of  being  awkward.  money,  they  suppose,  can’t  buy  finesse, and  though  ripples  of  that  CONFIDENCE  rise  and  fall  in  the  other’s  demeanor  here  and  there,  this  isn’t  the  FIRST  time  tonight  that  jimmy  can  see  he  isn’t  quite  sure  what  to  SAY.

“  maybe  i  was  goin’  downtown  t’find  someone  for  a  SLEEPOVER,  yanno  ?  maaay-be  mom  said  a  friend  could  stay  the  night,  ”  they’d  almost  sound  convincing  in  this  silly  posturing  at  the  boy  who’d  turned  them  down,  if  not  for  the  SMIRK  evident  in  the  sound  of  their  voice  a  mile  away,  knowing  damn  well  christian  would  blow  a  GASKET  if  forced  to  deal  with  one  single  shenanigan  from  them  tonight  when  he’s  already  got  a  WEEPY  gloria  on  his  hands.  in  fact,  if  dropped  off  in  the  streets  of  downtown,  jimmy  would  probably  do  nothing  more  exciting  tonight  than  get  a  few  too  many  shots at  some  shitty  bar  before  wandering  home  to  shoot  dope  and  watch  cartoon. but  roman  doesn’t  know  that  for  sure,  DOES  HE  ? 

they’ll  pretend  that  they’ve  succeeded  in  making  some  sort  of  point,  letting  the  other  THINK  on  that  possibility  for  approximately  ten  seconds  of  grinning  silence  from  jimmy  before  they  settle  in  more  comfortably  against  the  seat,  unfolding  crossed  arms  in a  relaxing  of  posture  as  they  relent  and  the  STORM CLOUDS  that  had  gathered  over  their  head  seem  to  depart.  godfrey  WINS  this  round.

“  westbound street  and  fifth.  the  row  of  industrial  apartments  out  there ?   that’s HOME …  and  i’ll  let  ya  take  me  there,  but  ONLY  ‘cause  i  like  the  way  you  drive,  ”  they  joke as  though  cluing  him  in  on  a  secret,  stretching  out  a  bit  to  full  height  and  letting  a  hand  hang  LAZILY  out  the  window,  splayed  fingers  riding  the  surf  of  the  wind  that  their  speed  pushes  them  against  as  roman  continues  to  navigate  them  away  from  the  mill  and  towards  their  destination,  now  that  he’s  permitted  to  KNOW  where  exactly  that  happens  to be.

[sanguinesinners]

❛  look  at  me .  ❜ - not necessarily nsfw but hey 👀

Roman's towering form had encased Jimmy in his intimidating shadow, his lips tugging into a mischievous grin and large greens that had took a shade darker had trained down onto a similar, more excited pair. Jimmy's request had sent shivers down the Upir's spine, something that sounded somewhat 'dominating' from the other had been pleasing, as Godfrey was always the dominant in many roles relating to shit like this.

He canted his head and leaned down, fanning his hot breathe against Jimmy's plump lips "-Already was, pretty boy" Came the Upir's rasped words - His gaze trailed to his neck and his hand seemed to of followed, snaking up to gently wrap his long slender digits around their flesh, thumb lightly prodding into their throat, enough to keep him fixated where they were, but not applying any aggressive pressure. "Actually a fucking turn on when you say shit like that" Roman had almost brushed the tip of his nose against Jimmy's when he levelled his gaze up with them

"But part of me wonders... it's not what your mouth does best"

@oflostandfound

[sanguinesinners]

The rejection was hard - And easily spotted, especially when it was written all over Jimmy, and something deep within the pit's of the Upir's stomach had hurt...He couldn't break the ice and tell him what the fuck he was, and so just a simple break of contact and abrupt comment had been Roman's only solution, only to now get a slight rise out of the other, and leave Godfrey ashamed of himself. A deep sigh left his lips then, searching Jimmy's expression some more until he had his answer finally, watching them pull themselves up.

Roman mimicked Jimmy's actions and followed, clearing his throat as he made it clear that the tensions between them had still 'stung' - The pout that introduced it's way to Roman was vivid to exclaim his own struggle, brows had furrowed and he shoved his large hands back in the pockets of his black tight slacks. "I don't mind taking you all the way...I mean, it's no fucking trouble" He finally responded, his voice was dry on his tongue, deflated almost, and his large hues flickered to still fixate on Jimmy, despite them not returning the eye contact.

It was more obvious in the slight shift of attitude and brief answers, but Roman tried to not let it tug or affect him, even though it was hard - The Upir thought it would just result in another tasty snack, but little did the Billionaire know that Jimmy would seem to become a new found friend....Well, he was going to be, it seemed. He always poisoned or destroyed everything he touched. Watching the smoke escape their nostrils, filling the air with what Roman had once intoxicated himself with prior had made his hunger stable the more he become more distracted within the aroma, giving Jimmy a complying nod and motioning the way to his sports car that was parked outside of the broken entrance.

Hoping the skater had followed in the same pace when Roman directed them to his car, there was something telling him that Jimmy may of legged it and made his own escape for a brief moment, which was why Roman had made small glances over his shoulder to keep an eye on them. He pulled open the polished door, gesturing for them to get in as though he was 'ever a gentleman'

"Got the seats cleaned few days ago so mind your shit" Roman muttered once they had situated themselves in, His large hand bringing his seat belt over to buckle himself in, eyes drifting over to watch the other with a eagerness about his expression. Roman thought bringing some banter or humour to the silence would suffice or at least make Jimmy change their demeanour back to how they were a few moments ago, it seemed as though it was already over. Hands gripped tightly on the leather steering wheel, and sorrowful held eyes roamed Jimmy over once more before he started the engine and pulled out, away from the Mill and onto the street, revving the car and taking them for a small spin - Mainly trying to show off or see the some shift in the Skater's mood.

"Sure I can't just take you home?" He asked, voice loud over the roaring of the engine.

bloodthirsty-hero​    /   roman   :

The tantalising stare shared between the two had aroused Roman some more, knowing full well that he won this prize that he was certain in doing so from the beginning, he was kind of cheating, due to his hidden abilities Jimmy still wouldn’t be able to find out unless Roman unloaded them upon him like some crazy shithead on meth, yet…Maybe he would? If he had proven otherwise, but Roman was too stubborn as well as scared of his own capabilities.

The words that left Jimmy let the Upir’s lips contort into another small grin until they were suddenly met with their promise of a ’kiss’ - Their warm tiers pressing against his own sent a familiar sensation through his body, making his hues flicker shut for a brief moment, no clashing of teeth or dominating tongues made any introductions, it was swift… but damn right addicting.

The Upir had returned the contact, pressing himself towards Jimmy with a sort of urgency within his actions, but then parted, pulling out a small whine that followed from the broken contact - Roman had struggled to let any words slip out his swollen lips, which was the fucking first, but he tilted his head, opened his large orbs which had shortly found way to rest on Jimmy’s neck again, he was so close and yet so far to even have a little taste.

”Well…“ Godfrey started, swallowing the mixed emotions that had gotten stuck in his throat “That was actually…unexpected” The Upir wasn’t joking, in fact he thought Jimmy was just all talk and tease, which he wasn’t opposed to, but he was just not expecting them to live up to their promise….Again, they were full of surprises and Godfrey had judged them too much. What came next even surprised the young CEO, but the potent aroma that they carried was too intoxicated not to turn his attention away, not refraining from his movements, he found himself leaning towards Jimmy again, eyes latched onto his skin and lips forming a small pout, aiming to ghost them against the flesh of the skater, watching how their veins had protruded only in the Upir’s enhanced vision, swiping his lips with his eager tongue, he let his plush mouth gently press a kiss against their neck.

Introducing his tongue to slowly prod and lick at the sweet, salty skin Jimmy had carried, almost lapping up their sweat, They tasted like heaven on his tongue, though Roman didn’t have the balls to let his teeth sink into them, he was afraid as soon as his large green fluttered open once again, pulling him out from his dark, carnal desires - In a perspiring mess, he craned his neck back to level his gaze back at Jimmy, chest almost heaving as though he had awoken from a fucked up nightmare.

“I..I’m sorry. I shouldn’t” Came a small mumble, as if talking to his own mind “You…” He wavered out to Jimmy, in an agitated manner “You said about a lift home? Maybe we should start making a move and shit”

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐎𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑.  the  key  to  this  enjoyment  is  the  same  as  that  to  much  of  jimmy’s  existence,  and  that  is  simply  not  OVERTHINKING  it  too much,  chasing  dopamine  despite  logic.  it’s  enough  for  the  saint,  being  wanted  despite  roman’s  best  efforts  to  pretend  otherwise,  and  they  find  that  it   is  almost  THRILLING,  the  softness of  his  mouth  against  the  inked  column  of  their  throat  lulling  jimmy into  a  momentary  daze;  coal  rimmed  eyes  fall  shut  and  a  hum  of  APPROVAL  rattles  from  the  center  of  a  black  lunged  chest  while  roman’s  lips  explore,  willowy  fingers  just  having  hazarded  the  chance  of  lacing  into  the  other’s  hair  when  at  once,  the  SPELL is  broken  and  they’re  acutely  aware  of  roman  pulling  away.  fuck.

jimmy  doesn’t  say  a  goddamn  word  to  the  breakneck  change  in  pace,  swallowing  down  that  BITTER  taste  of  this  implied  rejection  that  they  feel  stupid  for  not  seeing  coming  and  pretending it  lacks  any  impact  to  see  roman  shift  from  exploratory  and  wanting  to  irritated  and  upset,   possibly  only  even  at  the  REALIZATION  of  who  his  mouth  was  attached  to  in  that  moment.  A  SHAME,  considering  they’d  almost  allowed  themselves  to  buy  into  the  idea  that  maybe  there  was  more  to  roman  than  they’d  thought. 

oddly  embarrassed  at  the  abruptness, they’re  on  converse  clad  feet  in  a  blink,   straightening  the  lapels  of  their   leather  jacket  and  fumbling  about  for  their  cigarettes,  giving  an  oscar  worthy  performance  of  one  UNBOTHERED  soul  as  they  light  up  to  ward  off  the  heat  in  pale  cheeks.  they  don’t  care  if  he  doesn’t  care,  and  it’s  quite  obvious  in  jimmy’s  estimation  that  whatever  just  happened  is  being  firmly  considered  a  mistake.

“ RIGHT,  SURE,  YEAH.  ya  can  just  drop  me  off  downtown,  ”  they  agree  with  a   shrug  of  their  shoulders  and  a  dismissive  wave  of  free hand,  unwilling  to  admit  even  in  the  frown  that  graces  their  lips  that  they’re  OFFENDED  or  put  off  by  the  sudden  change  in  temperature.  jimmy  would  sooner  die  than  let  roman  know just  now  that  he’s  had  any  impact  on  their  delicate  SELF  ESTEEM,  though  green  hues  that  won’t  meet  the  other’s  are  a  dead  giveaway.  at  any  rate,  it’s  downtown  instead  of  home  because  they’re still  not  ready  to  call  it  a  night,  not  now  especially,  although  they  haven’t  picked  a  specific  DESTINATION  from  here.  smoke  curls  from  pierced  nostrils  when  they  again  lift  shoulders  in  a  shrug,  head  nodding  towards  the  exit.   “  m’ready  to  get  the  hell  outta  here  if  you  are.  ”

[sanguinesinners]

The tantalising stare shared between the two had aroused Roman some more, knowing full well that he won this prize that he was certain in doing so from the beginning, he was kind of cheating, due to his hidden abilities Jimmy still wouldn't be able to find out unless Roman unloaded them upon him like some crazy shithead on meth, yet...Maybe he would? If he had proven otherwise, but Roman was too stubborn as well as scared of his own capabilities.

The words that left Jimmy let the Upir's lips contort into another small grin until they were suddenly met with their promise of a 'kiss' - Their warm tiers pressing against his own sent a familiar sensation through his body, making his hues flicker shut for a brief moment, no clashing of teeth or dominating tongues made any introductions, it was swift... but damn right addicting.

The Upir had returned the contact, pressing himself towards Jimmy with a sort of urgency within his actions, but then parted, pulling out a small whine that followed from the broken contact - Roman had struggled to let any words slip out his swollen lips, which was the fucking first, but he tilted his head, opened his large orbs which had shortly found way to rest on Jimmy's neck again, he was so close and yet so far to even have a little taste.

"Well..." Godfrey started, swallowing the mixed emotions that had gotten stuck in his throat "That was actually...unexpected" The Upir wasn't joking, in fact he thought Jimmy was just all talk and tease, which he wasn't opposed to, but he was just not expecting them to live up to their promise....Again, they were full of surprises and Godfrey had judged them too much. What came next even surprised the young CEO, but the potent aroma that they carried was too intoxicated not to turn his attention away, not refraining from his movements, he found himself leaning towards Jimmy again, eyes latched onto his skin and lips forming a small pout, aiming to ghost them against the flesh of the skater, watching how their veins had protruded only in the Upir's enhanced vision, swiping his lips with his eager tongue, he let his plush mouth gently press a kiss against their neck.

Introducing his tongue to slowly prod and lick at the sweet, salty skin Jimmy had carried, almost lapping up their sweat, They tasted like heaven on his tongue, though Roman didn't have the balls to let his teeth sink into them, he was afraid as soon as his large green fluttered open once again, pulling him out from his dark, carnal desires - In a perspiring mess, he craned his neck back to level his gaze back at Jimmy, chest almost heaving as though he had awoken from a fucked up nightmare.

"I..I'm sorry. I shouldn't" Came a small mumble, as if talking to his own mind "You..." He wavered out to Jimmy, in an agitated manner "You said about a lift home? Maybe we should start making a move and shit"

bloodthirsty-hero​     /    roman:

The close proximity they had shared was quite intimidating, even for the Upir, he wasn’t used to invading ones personal space, but he was coming to like this - Whatever was becoming of this silly little tease, and the playful attitude and gazes Jimmy had threw Roman’s way had ignited something within his cold broken body.

With parted full lips that had felt feather light, warm breathes hitting them from the other with every languid movement - Godfrey had arched his brow upon their enquiry, which was quite humorous, he could indeed get anything he wanted and sometimes, it was by winning that certain person, or object. Still, a devilish and knowing smile had tugged at the corner of the Upir’s lips when Jimmy teased him about his wants…

Before he could even formulate his response, the other had already spoken of a game, and this brought Roman’s expression to contort into a uncertain gaze, his greens flickering to rest upon Jimmy’s lips again - Their little dare was actually endearing as it was fucked up, he was obviously gonna throw this shit away once he had gotten back in his car, though even better, if he was gonna give it back for a kiss? He guessed he could at least play the little game.

“Alright….but, what makes a fuckhead like you think i wanna kiss you? Your definitely doped up to insinuate shit like that” Roman countered, his hues trailing to now train on Jimmy’s bright greens, their was something about them that did spark some interest, and yet the intensity within their gazes had evidently indicated some tensions at least. “But hey, I’m not picky, I’m up for your stupid game…”

It was easier said than done, Roman was hesitant in placing the soft (nearly warmed) little powdered bag that had remained within his hand this whole time, back into Jimmy’s pocket, for he didn’t know how to let it go seeing as it may of been his only diversion or an excuse for hiding the truth behind the crimson stain upon his shirt. He was still twitchy in his movements every time he thought about the now rotting corpse laying within the darkened corner of the mill.

Without any more time being wasted, the Upir simply reached forward, his actions vastly swift as he planted the bag into Jimmy’s pocket, shoving it briefly into the slit of the fabric without giving them time to dodge or use any reflexes, advantages of the Upir ? - Was speed. Roman looked un-phased and triumphant with his stupid self, and with his mouth so daringly close to Jimmy, his breath making sure to fan their own ample lips, Roman’s animalistic stare had held itself on the other.

“Guess I’ve won something after all…huh” Came his low, rasped voice that had been blown out against their skin - Fucking hell, he smelt so good, the sound of Jimmy’s blood that ran through their veins had been more vivid now, and Roman’s perception had become more sensitive, he could hear every thud of their heartbeat, and oh, how he was becoming a hard mess over it - He already felt his slacks becoming tighter the more he thought about devouring this tasty friend meal.

ROMAN’S  HARSH  WORDS  DON’T  CAUSE  THE  SMILE  TO  FALTER.  if  he really   needs  to  believe  it  was  all  his  idea  to  begin  with,  he’ll  find  very  little  argument  from  jimmy  and  besides,  they’re  sort  of  INTO  it.   when  asked  where  they’d  gotten  the  impression  that  roman  wants  SOMETHING  very  much  from  them,  they  merely  shrug  their  shoulders,  face  alight  with  mischief  that  is  just  barely  leashed,  which  is  the  best  impression  jimmy  really  has  of  INNOCENCE.  a  finger  taps  at  their  temple  with  a  puckish  grin.     “   dropped  on  my  head  a  lot  as  a  kid,  yanno  ?   screws  loose  and  all  that  shit.  ”  

in  the  end,  stupid  or  not,  roman  IS  playing  their  game,  and  there’s  a  certain  thrill  in  making  others do  what  they  want  them  to  that  they  know   is  one  of  their  less  wholesome  indulgences . even  if  the  other  option  is  the  second  rate  carnival  prize  of  dope  godfrey  hasn’t  seemed  all  that  invested  in  doing  in  the  first  place,  he  had  still  chosen  them  and  with  the  shape  of  that  knowledge,  that  void  of  ATTENTION  feels  temporarily  more  filled.

but  it  isn’t  quite  full  enough,  because  it  NEVER  truly  can  be,  and  wherever  hallowed  saint  jimmy  finds  some  of  anything  that  makes  their  pulse  quicken  and  gives  that  little  rush  of  excitement,  they  will  ALWAYS  and  without  question  want  more. and  more  after  that,  blessed  with  the  brain  of  an  impulsive  addict  and  no  sense  of  MODERATION.  right  now,  their  potent  drug  of  choice  is  a  cocktail  of  the  weight  of  roman’s  stare,  the  rush  of  feeling  CHARISMATIC,  and  momentarily  having  what  they  consider  to  be  the  upper  hand  as  they  watch  the  other  move  like  an  apparition,  no  time  to  register  that  they’d  hardly  seen  the  other  move  at  all  before  the  pair  are  face  to  face  again.

“  CONGRATS,  "    they  concede  the  victory  the  other  has  earned,  smiling  but  still  dragging  the  moment  out,  a  proud-hearted  little  shit  to  the  very  end,  who  can  give  in  only  when  the  AMUSEMENT  of  watching  roman  wait  a  few  seconds  is  outweighed  by  their  curiousness.   that  doesn’t  take  nearly  long  enough  to  give  a  CONVINCING  impression  that  they’re  actually  debating  whether  or  not  to   let  lips  plant  against  roman’s,  not  a  handful  of  seconds  ticking  by  when  they  bridge  that  small  gap  of  space  between  them,  pressing  painted  tiers  against  the  other’s  in  a  way  that  isn’t  brutish  or  unskilled,  but  can  also  not  be  called  DELICATE.  jimmy’s  relatively  chaste,  simple  kiss  is  firm  enough  to  be  felt,  enough  to  leave  at  least  a  smudge  of  black  slicked  across  the  other’s  pout.

[sanguinesinners]

A frown reintroduced itself on the Upir's features once he heard the others comment, swerving around the dim lit corners of the streets, revving the engine some more when he had glanced over to see the thrill and adrenaline kick into Jimmy's visage - Enjoying his own speed within the screeching of the car's every turn.

The silence from him had clearly indicated his own guilt, for sure, but Jimmy didn't really understand this, and Roman had been shit with unloading any sentimental excuse for rejection, what the fuck was he meant to say!? - 'I'm sorry but I just wanted to fucking eat you, man? ' It just...Didn't sound humane at all. He shrugged off the comment instead that may or may not been thrown at him and instead, he continued at the fast pace, winding down his own window so that the cool night breeze had brushed through his slick hair, untangling some of his own fringe to fall upon his face.

Jimmy's next enquiry had Roman still, lost for words - But he managed to conjure some bullshit answer "Just common sense to have manners and shit - It's gonna be pretty dumb if I just did a half assed drive" His nervous chuckle that laced his words after had been a mistake, on his behalf, he was struggling to just let out a simple 'sorry I'm an awkward fuck' by replacing it with manners that would seem pretty solid for Jimmy to understand, he hoped.

"I mean, If you and your mom is gonna be cool, we could hang out somewhere else. But I got an early start to work in the fucking morning so...Just show me the way and I'll let you get on with your night or whatever" Roman wavered his hand out whilst keeping the other occupied on the wheel, scrunching up his face as though he was irate with his own choice of words, which he damn right was.

"As for you, I guess you don't wanna miss out on your bedtime story" The humour dripping from Godfrey's comment had also spread a mirthful smile to his ample lips, and his eyes darted to narrow in at Jimmy then. Part of him did want to spend more time with this crazy ass skater, but most of the opportunity was going to become the death of them, especially when Roman had only just adjusted to his hunger...He wouldn't be able to refrain with Jimmy, not when his blood was as unique the more the wind had rubbed it right in his stupid ass face.

"So where bouts is it?" He asked, noticing how further he was steering away from the mill and towards where Jimmy had directed him.

bloodthirsty-hero​   /   roman   :

The rejection was hard - And easily spotted, especially when it was written all over Jimmy, and something deep within the pit’s of the Upir’s stomach had hurt…He couldn’t break the ice and tell him what the fuck he was, and so just a simple break of contact and abrupt comment had been Roman’s only solution, only to now get a slight rise out of the other, and leave Godfrey ashamed of himself. A deep sigh left his lips then, searching Jimmy’s expression some more until he had his answer finally, watching them pull themselves up.

Roman mimicked Jimmy’s actions and followed, clearing his throat as he made it clear that the tensions between them had still ’stung’ - The pout that introduced it’s way to Roman was vivid to exclaim his own struggle, brows had furrowed and he shoved his large hands back in the pockets of his black tight slacks. “I don’t mind taking you all the way…I mean, it’s no fucking trouble” He finally responded, his voice was dry on his tongue, deflated almost, and his large hues flickered to still fixate on Jimmy, despite them not returning the eye contact.

It was more obvious in the slight shift of attitude and brief answers, but Roman tried to not let it tug or affect him, even though it was hard - The Upir thought it would just result in another tasty snack, but little did the Billionaire know that Jimmy would seem to become a new found friend….Well, he was going to be, it seemed. He always poisoned or destroyed everything he touched. Watching the smoke escape their nostrils, filling the air with what Roman had once intoxicated himself with prior had made his hunger stable the more he become more distracted within the aroma, giving Jimmy a complying nod and motioning the way to his sports car that was parked outside of the broken entrance.

Hoping the skater had followed in the same pace when Roman directed them to his car, there was something telling him that Jimmy may of legged it and made his own escape for a brief moment, which was why Roman had made small glances over his shoulder to keep an eye on them. He pulled open the polished door, gesturing for them to get in as though he was ’ever a gentleman’

“Got the seats cleaned few days ago so mind your shit” Roman muttered once they had situated themselves in, His large hand bringing his seat belt over to buckle himself in, eyes drifting over to watch the other with a eagerness about his expression. Roman thought bringing some banter or humour to the silence would suffice or at least make Jimmy change their demeanour back to how they were a few moments ago, it seemed as though it was already over. Hands gripped tightly on the leather steering wheel, and sorrowful held eyes roamed Jimmy over once more before he started the engine and pulled out, away from the Mill and onto the street, revving the car and taking them for a small spin - Mainly trying to show off or see the some shift in the Skater’s mood.

“Sure I can’t just take you home?” He asked, voice loud over the roaring of the engine.

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍  𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍.  one  moment,  they’re  being  pushed  away,  and  the  next,  roman’s  opening  doors,  making  jokes,  flashing  them  that  MOURNFUL  look  that  they  don’t  quite  understand  in  the  context  of  the  night.  jimmy  doesn’t  have  the  necessary  information  to  grasp  that  godfrey  has  done  them  a  favor,  literally  saved  their  NECK,  knowing  only  that  for  a  split  second  they  had  WANTED  the  other  and  that  feeling  had  apparently  not  been  returned.  not  that  they  care,  jimmy  tells  themself,  penchant  for  denial  in  full  effect  as  they  settle  into  the  passenger  seat.

it  doesn’t  stop  the  smile  from  peeling  across  their  face  when  the  car  accelerates,  ever  present  chase  of  the  THRILL  satisfied  with  the  way  roman  speeds  around  the  curves  of  the  winding  back roads.  despite  themself,  mood  shifts  into  EXCITEMENT  briefly,  at  least  until  roman’s  voice  cuts  through  the  sound  of  the  engine  with  a  question  that  reintroduces  that  confusion  and,  whether  jimmy  can  admit  it  or  not,  CURIOSITY.  why  roman  cares  at  all  whether  they  go  straight  home  or  spend  the  rest  of  the  night  getting  into  whatever  manner  of  trouble  they  can  is  beyond  them,  like  every  other  wildly  unpredictable  turn  the  other’s  mercurial  behavior  has  taken  tonight.

“  i  don’t  get  you  at  fuckin’  all,  man, ”  they  laugh  just  under  the  roar  of  the  car,  voice  quieted  so  by  the  sound  of  the  engine  that  it’s  not  apparent  if  jimmy’s  talking  to  themselves  or  roman.  there’s  a  dozen  potential  reasons  for  the  ODD  behavior  of  the  other  tonight  ( girlfriend…  or boyfriend? …   who  wouldn’t  be  totally  keen  on  the  idea  of  roman  sucking  face  with  someone  like  them, roman  himself  not  being  a  fan  of  that  idea,  the  notion  that  he  might  be  an  alien  unfamiliar  with  human  interaction )  not  a  single  one  of  them  anywhere  near  the  mark  of  the  truth,  but  jimmy  sets  aside  the  speculation  and  potentially  CAUSTIC  commentary  to  try  their  hand  at  what  some  might  call  LISTENING  for  once.

“  what’s  the  big  thing  about  taking  me  home,  anyway ? ”  they  lean  closer  to  the  divide  between  the  two  of  them  in  order  to  avoid  having  to  talk  so  LOUDLY  with  the  purr  of  the  engine,  green  hues  pulled  from  the  passing  scenery  long  enough  to  land  on  the  driver.  they’re  not  quite  saying  no  to  the  insistence  just  yet,  but  more  searching  for  the  root  of  it  first.   “  christian’s  not  gonna  be  PISSED  if  ya  don’t  deliver  his  bouncing  baby  bastard  home  on  time  or  anything.  ”

[sanguinesinners]

The close proximity they had shared was quite intimidating, even for the Upir, he wasn't used to invading ones personal space, but he was coming to like this - Whatever was becoming of this silly little tease, and the playful attitude and gazes Jimmy had threw Roman's way had ignited something within his cold broken body.

With parted full lips that had felt feather light, warm breathes hitting them from the other with every languid movement - Godfrey had arched his brow upon their enquiry, which was quite humorous, he could indeed get anything he wanted and sometimes, it was by winning that certain person, or object. Still, a devilish and knowing smile had tugged at the corner of the Upir's lips when Jimmy teased him about his wants...

Before he could even formulate his response, the other had already spoken of a game, and this brought Roman's expression to contort into a uncertain gaze, his greens flickering to rest upon Jimmy's lips again - Their little dare was actually endearing as it was fucked up, he was obviously gonna throw this shit away once he had gotten back in his car, though even better, if he was gonna give it back for a kiss? He guessed he could at least play the little game.

"Alright....but, what makes a fuckhead like you think i wanna kiss you? Your definitely doped up to insinuate shit like that" Roman countered, his hues trailing to now train on Jimmy's bright greens, their was something about them that did spark some interest, and yet the intensity within their gazes had evidently indicated some tensions at least. "But hey, I'm not picky, I'm up for your stupid game..."

It was easier said than done, Roman was hesitant in placing the soft (nearly warmed) little powdered bag that had remained within his hand this whole time, back into Jimmy's pocket, for he didn't know how to let it go seeing as it may of been his only diversion or an excuse for hiding the truth behind the crimson stain upon his shirt. He was still twitchy in his movements every time he thought about the now rotting corpse laying within the darkened corner of the mill.

Without any more time being wasted, the Upir simply reached forward, his actions vastly swift as he planted the bag into Jimmy's pocket, shoving it briefly into the slit of the fabric without giving them time to dodge or use any reflexes, advantages of the Upir ? - Was speed. Roman looked un-phased and triumphant with his stupid self, and with his mouth so daringly close to Jimmy, his breath making sure to fan their own ample lips, Roman's animalistic stare had held itself on the other.

"Guess I've won something after all...huh" Came his low, rasped voice that had been blown out against their skin - Fucking hell, he smelt so good, the sound of Jimmy's blood that ran through their veins had been more vivid now, and Roman's perception had become more sensitive, he could hear every thud of their heartbeat, and oh, how he was becoming a hard mess over it - He already felt his slacks becoming tighter the more he thought about devouring this tasty friend meal.

bloodthirsty-hero​     /   roman   :

The more the skater had ran their mouth, the more Godfrey looked like a hooting lost owl, his large greens getting wider, forming what one would consider concern within them, and his plump lips started to part the more Jimmy had explained his own thoughts and speculations of he tower - sure it was even confounding for the Upir himself, he too, had not always been present when Dr. Pryce worked on his fucked up experiments, and although Roman had confronted what the scientist was up to, he still were left guessing in the shadows of it all, despite being the CEO of the company.

“Fuck if I know” Then came his answer, shrugging at them, his nose scrunching up once more as he raised his large hand to swipe at it “I’m always being shut out - They don’t even want their CEO to know half the fucked up shit they have going on in there and I could easily take it all away from them” Godfrey knew part of this wasn’t true, yet he threatened Pryce over and over again, which only resulted in Johan returning the threat to expose what Roman truly was, so to seal the deal? Godfrey had to play along.

“But…It’s real important, whatever they do in that place, it’s for ‘a greater cause’ and shit. So it’s best to let them get on with whatever they are doing” Roman’s own voice that had laced with some concern became evident in the way he acted, like he was somewhat defensive of his own workplace, which was entirely true, he was protecting the only place that would protect him - So he let Jimmy carry on with their own intriguing thoughts.

“I’m not dismissing the fact that it’s weird as fuck though, Pryce can be a little extreme with his work….But he means well” Trying to diffuse more of their assumptions, he wavered the conversation away with a light shake of his hand, his eyes now trained on Jimmy’s own bright curious orbs “And for the record? I visit all of the places that belong to me, so it isn’t at all surprising that I ’showed up’ here - It’s mine. I like to keep tabs on what is mine” The Upir emphasised his last word with another purr, rolling his predatory hues in his sockets before letting himself lean into them, shoulders colliding slightly, his hot breath managing to fan Jimmy’s face, letting the aroma of whiskey and nicotine become present, whether it was a lure for them for a distraction? or it was the rich boy genuinely becoming more affected by the joint he had taken.

Either way, Jimmy’s neck was soon becoming a pulsating little desirable and edible mess, the veins more exposed to Roman now, and his own perspiring body looked as though the drugs were also taking affect, even though he never had consumed any in his system whatsoever. It was only going to take a few more moments until Godfrey’s lips were clamped around their flesh - Yet if all did go tits up, maybe the Upir could get away with claiming it as Jimmy’s own personal hickey? fuck knows…

THEY  NOTE  THAT  A  NERVE  IS  STRUCK.  not  the  sort  that  results  in  the  aggressive  alpha  behavior  that  roman  had  arrived  with,  but  rather  some  sort  of  string  is  pulled  and  someone  else’s  phrases  form  on  his  tongue. for  a  greater  cause.  jimmy  watches  this  mild  defensiveness  pass  through  roman’s  features  with  eyes  that  are  attentive  and  CATLIKE,  trying  to  understand  what  it  is  that  lingers  in  the  other’s  expression  yet  again.  unreadable  as  fuck,  and  if  they’re  supposed  to  be  alarmed,  they  just  can’t  muster  it.  they  likely  would  PRESS,  ask  roman  whose  words  he’s  parroting  and  why  things  got  WEIRD  for  a  moment,  but  the  point  becomes  obsolete  when  roman  eats  up  the  space between  them.  interesting  development.

green  gaze  doesn’t  falter  with  proximity,  allows  the  intrusion  to  their  personal  bubble  and  regards  roman  with  a  look  that  is  both  CURIOUS  and  pleased.  maybe  this  is  why  he  stayed,  they  muse  silently,  smiling  as  they  maintain  JUST  the  most  plausible  amount  of  distance  between  their  mouth  and  his,  lingering  close  enough  that  the  eye  contact  they  insist  on  takes  on  a  certain  playful  intensity.  there’s  a  part  of  them  that  could  strangle  the  antagonistic  little  bastard  that  lives  inside  their  brain,  but  they  just  can’t  help  giving  LIFE  to  a  burning  question  by  way  of  speaking  it,  still  so  close  that  their  lips  nearly  brush  roman’s  when  they  move  to  speak. 

“ —   you  ever  wanted anything  you’re  not  sure  you  CAN  HAVE ? ” the  question  doesn’t  align  with  the  way  they  lean  into  that  sudden  invasion  of  space,  WATCHES  roman  down  to  the  bat  of  every  long  eyelash  like  they  are  the  predator  in  the  room  momentarily,  staring  intently  a  breathe  away  from  the  other’s  face  as  they  ghost  mouth  just  shy  of  actually  making  contact with  the  other’s  jaw line  in a  toying  brush.  “   probably  not  often  anyways,  right ?  i  mean,  most  things  can  be  found,  taken,  bought,  earned.  WON,  sometimes  even…”

 movements  are  less  languid  when  jimmy’s  head  bobs  back  up,  green  gaze  locked  on  roman’s.   “ —  hey,  that’s  it !   let’s  play  a  little  game,  see  if  you  can  WIN  what  it  is  you  want,  yeah  ?  ”    they  suggest  with  a  look  that  speaks  pure  IMPISHNESS,  pleased  with  this  on  the  fly  innovation.

“  you  gotta  put  that  DOPE  you're  apparently  savin’  for  a  rainy  day  there  back  in  my  pocket,  no  take  backs,  that’s  all  folks  for  THAT !  and  if  ya  can  do  it,  i’ll  let  you  KISS  ME  so  you  don’t  just  have  an  aneurysm  sittin’  there  and  just  thinking  about  it.  if  you  don’t  wanna,  then  you  can  keep  the  bag,  all  yours,  no  strings  attached.  what’re  the  chances  though,  right  ?  ”

 jimmy  raises  an  eyebrow like  the  cherry  on  top  of  this  display  of  confidence  and  poker  faced  bravery  in  the  face  of  an  admittedly  beautiful  boy  leaning  into  their  space,  reclining  back  away  from  roman  on  their  elbows  to  give  easy  access  to   their  pockets.    “  …  what d'ya  say,  sin  or  saint ?  you  win  either  way,  i  guess.  ” 

[sanguinesinners]

The more the skater had ran their mouth, the more Godfrey looked like a hooting lost owl, his large greens getting wider, forming what one would consider concern within them, and his plump lips started to part the more Jimmy had explained his own thoughts and speculations of he tower - sure it was even confounding for the Upir himself, he too, had not always been present when Dr. Pryce worked on his fucked up experiments, and although Roman had confronted what the scientist was up to, he still were left guessing in the shadows of it all, despite being the CEO of the company.

"Fuck if I know" Then came his answer, shrugging at them, his nose scrunching up once more as he raised his large hand to swipe at it "I'm always being shut out - They don't even want their CEO to know half the fucked up shit they have going on in there and I could easily take it all away from them" Godfrey knew part of this wasn't true, yet he threatened Pryce over and over again, which only resulted in Johan returning the threat to expose what Roman truly was, so to seal the deal? Godfrey had to play along.

"But...It's real important, whatever they do in that place, it's for 'a greater cause' and shit. So it's best to let them get on with whatever they are doing" Roman's own voice that had laced with some concern became evident in the way he acted, like he was somewhat defensive of his own workplace, which was entirely true, he was protecting the only place that would protect him - So he let Jimmy carry on with their own intriguing thoughts.

"I'm not dismissing the fact that it's weird as fuck though, Pryce can be a little extreme with his work....But he means well" Trying to diffuse more of their assumptions, he wavered the conversation away with a light shake of his hand, his eyes now trained on Jimmy's own bright curious orbs "And for the record? I visit all of the places that belong to me, so it isn't at all surprising that I 'showed up' here - It's mine. I like to keep tabs on what is mine" The Upir emphasised his last word with another purr, rolling his predatory hues in his sockets before letting himself lean into them, shoulders colliding slightly, his hot breath managing to fan Jimmy's face, letting the aroma of whiskey and nicotine become present, whether it was a lure for them for a distraction? or it was the rich boy genuinely becoming more affected by the joint he had taken.

Either way, Jimmy's neck was soon becoming a pulsating little desirable and edible mess, the veins more exposed to Roman now, and his own perspiring body looked as though the drugs were also taking affect, even though he never had consumed any in his system whatsoever. It was only going to take a few more moments until Godfrey's lips were clamped around their flesh - Yet if all did go tits up, maybe the Upir could get away with claiming it as Jimmy's own personal hickey? fuck knows...

bloodthirsty-hero​     /     roman    :

The Upir hummed after Jimmy had explained his own understanding of why people up and leave and although Godfrey still seemed perplexed and irate by it all, he saw that Jimmy had a point, in a way - Despite not wanting to believe that about a certain…wolf.

When Jimmy finally proceeded to explain their given name, The Upir didn’t expect it, accepting the joint from the other’s painted fingers, he slipped it casually between his plump lips, eyes fixated on other emeralds when they described their selves - Here was Roman thinking he was up against an actual saint, in which to him? was an image of an Angel, a purity he couldn’t even be able to fucking match up to….fucking angels

“Sheeit” Roman gave, using his trademark phrase he’d always given, normally around those he considered, close enough to, or comfortable with. which was fucking weird. “You sound fucked up” The Upir teased them with a slanted smile, one that had indicated his playful response, yet he still bit on his lip and scanned them down until his own big greens rested upon Jimmy’s jeans, taking in his attire idly without thinking anything of it, he was lost in his own toxic and messed up mind. “Like me though, I guess” Roman motioned to himself, two slender digits slipping the joint from his mouth to pass back to Jimmy, to finish off now he gave him an expression which urged him to do just that.

“People are fucking assholes, they use you, then shit you the fuck out - don’t think I’ve ever been credited with anything fucking ’good’ - unless it was gaining something that satisfied or made others happy, y'know?” He wavered his hand out briefly as though he was trying to act casual on the matter, but it was clear the Upir had become agitated by people in general - fucking hell, he hoped the joint wasn’t pulling out the sentimental prick within him.

“But, I guess we gotta stay ’saints’ though, so we don’t let ourselves lose our shit and get hurt and in the process” His barrier had surrounded him once again, trying to shake off the conversation with a low sigh, which escaped painfully for him. But within a few more seconds, his demeanour had shifted back to his normal guarded self he had shown prior “So?” Roman started off as though Jimmy was expected to know what the Upir was going to begin with “…What have you heard about me exactly?” Roman asked, diverting the conversation on a topic he could kind of handle better. “Given your take on me at first, when you had the balls to persuade me in letting you hang around” A familiar smirk made way to the CEO’s lips when he canted his head back at them, his eyes becoming hooded and tired from the joint that intoxicated his body, easing his system the more he inhaled the fumes. He knew this would probably be his own downfall, especially to a mere stranger, but least it was covering up the fact that his shirt did indeed have blood upon it, which had now morphed into a brown stain, drying up within the fabric, it already started to make a slight copper smell linger in the air - Holy fuck.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃  𝐀𝐓  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓.  that  void  that  rattles  around  the  middle  of  them  knows  only  two  ways  to  mock  at  fullness,  dope  being  the  most  thorough  and  ATTENTION  the  most  satisfying.  jimmy  is  not  discerning  when  it  comes  to  attention,   and  what  sort  doesn’t  much  matter.    good,  bad,  or  inexplicable  given  that  there’s  not  a  scenario  that  he’s  pictured  someone  so  OPPOSITE   themselves  being  the  one  they  siphon  attention  out  of. 

“ ‘course  i’m  FUCKED  UP.  we  all  are,  man, ”   there’s  a  snort  of  laughter  at  their  own  words,  but  they  take  the  description  as a  compliment.  their  gaze  doesn’t  shy  in  watching  themselves  be  watched,  wondering  what  exactly  the  color  of  roman’s  expression  is  supposed  to  be  telling  them  because  he’s  maddeningly  unreadable  for  jimmy,  who  has  built  an  entire  life  on  successfully  reading  people,  using  their  charisma  to  play  to  their  likings.  they  can’t predict  a  single  word  out  of  the  other’s  mouth.

they  would  have bet  DOLLARS  TO  FUCKIN’  DOUGHNUTS !  roman   would  have  been  more  vapid  or  SHALLOW  than  they’re  observing  him  to  be,  watching  that   wound  that  keeps  surfacing  in  the  other’s  words  rise  to  the  surface  again.  there’s  something  in  the  heaviness  of  roman’s  presence  that  doesn’t  align  with  a  life  spent  having  oneself  catered  to,  and  although  they  aren’t  exactly  RENOWNED  for  their  ability  to  admit  when  they’re wrong,  they’re  willing  to  concede  that  maybe  there’s  something  about  roman specifically,  not  ALL  RICH  PEOPLE,  but  this  one  particular  case,  that  they  might  have  been wrong  about.  they  don’t  get  the  opportunity  to  EXPLORE  that  particular  theory  before  the  gates  are  back  up  on  roman’s  face,  and  whatever  strange  wave  had  passed  through  him  has  crested  and  peaked.  they  let  that  go,  momentarily.

“  i’ve  HEARD  that   if  it  makes  money  in  this  town,  seems  like  you, ”  index  finger  wags  at  roman,  “ own  it.  i’ve  heard  rumors  about  the  shit  that  goes  on  in  the  tower,  real  area  51  shit,  but  i  figure  guys  who  have  ALIENS  to  dissect  don’t  stick  around  smokin’  with  people  they  just  met  in  abandoned  mills.  but  t’tell  you  the  truth  dude,  the  weird  thing  is  that  i  haven’t  really  heard  SHIT  about  you.  nobody  knows  a  goddamn  thing  about  the  guy  whose  name  is  on  more  corners  of  this  town  than  starbucks,  and  nobody  has  anything  to  speculate  on.  if  anything’s  ever  happened  they  won’t  talk  about  it,  anytime  the  name  GODFREY no one  knows  anything,  no  one  talks, and  then  you  just  show  up  here.  was  beginning  to  think  you  were  like,  an  urban  legend.  s’weird,  isn’t  it ? ”

and  they’re  laughing,  purely  spinning  words  at  this  point,  but  maybe  there’s  something  instinctive  happening,  some  sort  of  innate  survival  mechanism warning  them  that  it  doesn’t  quite  make  SENSE,  the  parts  of  roman  jimmy  could  never  guess  at  conflicting  with  the  pulse  beating  just  under  their  skin.  whatever  mechanism  of  protection  is  supposed  to  switch  on  diverts  this  panic  to  the  lobe  responsible  for  curiosity,  and  if  roman  is  looking  for  a  captive  audience,  he’s  certainly  got  it  as  jimmy  tries  to  sort  out   his  motivations.      “ is  that  on  purpose  ?  are  they  not  supposed  to  know  anything ?  ”